Friday, February 13, 2009

BOOM!

Tigger the Cat was determined to get stepped on this morning. Despite my best efforts to avoid it, I got the tip of his tail and the edge of a back foot this morning.

One of my attempts to avoid him even forced me trip, sending the bottle of Downy I was carrying skittering across the floor and crashing me into a bucket which promptly dumped the mop, broom, and dustpan it was holding. I get up, muttering a string of profanity.

From upstairs, I hear the mother: “WHAT WAS THAT?!” It’s just me, I reassure her.

When I get back upstairs, she sternly says, “That was not just you. I think there must ‘ve been a car crash. Something shook the house.” OK. Whatever. I hurriedly finish getting dressed and head out for the bus.

Before I can even sit down at work, the phone rings. It’s the mother.

“I told you that I heard something earlier,” comes through the receiver. Well, I guess she did. And this must have been it!

At 6:22am I also jumped out of the shower thinking it was another earthquake. The husband assumed I had imagined it again (during the 6.2 last year he thought I had a bad dream and was overreacting). Our windows rattled and I think we're over 20 miles away. It is really a miracle no one was injured.

FurFiend: TOBY

Toby is now our sole furbaby. He is just over 6 and a true little mental case. But pretty cute ...

R.I.P. FurFiend: OZZIE (1997-2011)

My dear, sweet boy. Ozzie was my constant companion. He was diagnosed with lymphoma in July 2011 and we had to let him go in October. This was MY furry baby and I miss him terribly.

R.I.P. FurFiend: TIGGER (1992-2009)

This was our "distinguished gentleman" who left us after nearly 17 years. Like Toby, he came to us as a kitten, found about 10 feet away from where Toby materialized years later. We still miss you, buddy.